In order to allow customers to eat with peace of mind, grandma opened a medium-sized window on the wall connecting the kitchen and dining room.
The young man's eyes followed Shen Qinghe closely, as if if he didn't keep a close eye on him, he would disappear in the next second.
He poked at the floating vegetable leaves in the bowl absentmindedly and said cautiously: "Sister, what's your name?"
When we first met, I forgot to ask her name.
"Shen Qinghe."
"My sister's name is really nice. My name is Li An."
Li An breathed a sigh of relief. He thought his sister wouldn't tell him. After all, for his sister, it was a chance meeting. This question seemed a bit abrupt.
“Welcome~”
The instrument at the door rang, indicating that a guest was coming.
Shen Qinghe cleaned up the mess caused by cooking noodles without raising his head: "Sorry, we are closed today. Please come back tomorrow."
It's not that she doesn't want to entertain, she can only make some simple pasta.
There was no movement outside, so I guessed they were gone, so I packed up the garbage on the floor, wiped my hands casually on my body, opened the door curtain and went out.
Next to Li An stood a tall boy with bangs that were long enough to reveal his eyes, which were dark and deep.
Staring at Shen Qinghe intently, as if he wanted to see through her.
Shen Qinghe put down the door curtain stiffly, why did Song Ci appear here? The floor he had just wiped was dirty again.
I’d really appreciate it!
I prayed silently in my heart that he didn't recognize me.
As they passed each other, Song Ci murmured in a low voice like he was dreaming: "Xiaojiu, can you come back?"
The light voice reminded Shen Qinghe of the Da Qiao he met when he was proving his innocence.
Since the Peak Tournament starts at the same time, there is a certain chance that they will be queued together.
"Did you crash the car on purpose that time?"
Li An held the bowl at a loss and wanted to ask a lot of questions, but he didn't dare to ask.
Song Ci knew what she was talking about. He knew her room number in the live broadcast room through Shen Yubai, and used some tricks to get in line with her.
When the spring water came out, her Gongsun Li would habitually use his second skill, and he would really be sure it was her.
He knew her temper and temperament well, and his eyes struggled: "I just want to help you."
"I don't need it, and I'm bothering you to focus on your career. Professional players' time is precious, so don't be distracted by such boring things."
Shen Qinghe walked to the door and made a sign to see off the guests. He turned his eyes to the glass door and unexpectedly saw Jiang Yao holding a black umbrella.
He stood in the dim light and shadow, his face pale, his eyes as cold as ever, but also a little indifferent and distant.
Shen Qinghe's breath suddenly stagnated, his light brown pupils dilated slightly, with unnoticeable joy hidden in the corners of his eyes and brows, he opened the door: "Come in?"
The soles of Jiang Yao's shoes and trousers were stained with a lot of rainwater, and he didn't want her to wipe them again: "I'll wait for you outside."
Li An looked over there looking for the voice. The person was fifty to sixty percent similar to Song Ci, but he looked more like a high-end version of Song Ci.
Song Ci smiled bitterly, lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, and said in a sad tone: "Even if I replace you, your fate will not be broken, right?"
Shen Qinghe's eyes were full of that man in the rain, and he didn't think carefully about what he meant by substitution.
Song Ci didn't expect to get her answer. The reality was right in front of him, and he knew the result without asking.
"Li An, go back to the base." The two people left one after the other.
They left, and Shen Qinghe immediately went to wash the bowl that had been filled with noodles.
I also have to mop the dirty floor.
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Song Ci stopped a taxi and pulled away: "Li An, you go back first."
Watching the taxi leave, he turned around and stood in front of Jiang Yao: "Long time no see."
Jiang Yao was not surprised by his appearance. She had discovered in Zhongqiu that he had a good relationship with Shen Yubai, and that he made excuses to delay and tried his best to stay at her house. It was obvious that he was not interested in drinking.
He lowered his eyes and stared at the man who was half a head shorter than him. He looked lightly and lightly opened his thin lips: "It's better not to see him."
The rain streaked across his face, and Song Ci was a little embarrassed. When facing Jiang Yao, he would always be at a disadvantage.
The time spent with Xiaojiu was stolen from him.
My dressing style and gaming style are also learned from him.
Even if he was qualified to join the first team, it was because of his hand injury that he failed to be selected, so he had the chance to climb up.
Song Ci felt as if he had been ridiculed, and couldn't help but feel a little angry: "What do you mean?"
Jiang Yao's expression was indifferent and his words were concise and concise: "Literally."
The streets on rainy nights were too quiet and empty, with few cars even passing by.
The two men confronted each other silently.
After years of suppression and an inferiority complex engraved in his bones, Song Ci became angry and punched him without any warning.
Jiang Yao turned his face sideways, and the fishy smell in his mouth spread. He gently scratched the cracked corner of his mouth with his fingertips, and his fingers were stained with blood.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Shen Qinghe who was about to finish, and laughed mockingly: "Is that enough strength?"
Angry and resentful, Song Ci lost his mind and raised his foot to kick Song Ci hard in the abdomen.
Jiang Yao staggered a few steps and sat directly on the ground. The umbrella fell next to him. He put his hands on the ground and raised his eyebrows: "Thank you!"
He was sincerely grateful. Shen Qinghe had been avoiding him these days and was worried about finding a reason to contact him.
Song Ci's expression was a little chapped, this thing was beaten silly? Thank you?
"Thank you mom."
Jiang Yao shrugged indifferently.
The sound of panicked footsteps sounded.
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Shen Qinghe was mopping the floor inside, focusing on the two people outside from time to time. Through the glass, he could feel that something was wrong with the atmosphere between them.
He turned around and went into the kitchen. As soon as he put down the mop, the two of them started fighting.
My heart suddenly tightened.
Jiang Yao stood up unsteadily with one hand on the ground, looking a bit pitiful and careless.
He lowered his eyes slightly and seemed to have a hand injury: "I just want to protect her, why do you need to be aggressive?"
His change caught Song Ci off guard. He didn't bother to pretend to be those characters and cursed: "What are you bitches doing?"
Shen Qinghe pushed Song Ci away, picked up the fallen umbrella and held it above her and Jiang Yao, saying one word at a time: "If you can't go back, you can't go back. Don't worry about it anymore."
No longer looking at his expression, he helped Jiang Yao to pull down the rolling door of the restaurant and lock it.
Song Ci stretched out her hand and wanted to explain, but she wouldn't believe the current situation.
After thinking for a moment, he hesitated to explain: "Well, today's situation..." It's not what you thought.
This sentence is too pale.
Shen Qinghe paused and sneered: "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone what happened today. It won't affect your career. It's a reward for your one year of companionship. As for Jiang Yao, it's up to him whether he talks or not.
Already."
Song Ci smiled bitterly: "That's not what I meant. The truth is not what you see..."